Taken by the reckless wind
Lost in distant clouds
         And here the fall of her hair
         Tethers my mind to the sky

There's no life in her eyes
There's no warmth in her heart
I'd said to myself that she was kind
When the veil fell I saw Death waiting
No love, only secrets to immortality

While shackled forever
In a circle of fire- without sight
What did strike me as beautiful was
The time I spent dying in her arms
No love, no more secrets this time

Serious poems are tough to read
I like poets who can express themselves
Through realism and simple words
Ironic...

Write as if your life depends on it
It will make for a comfortable death
Knowing you said everything you ever wanted